This morning as I biked to work, a pigeon fell from the sky like a brick, barely missed my head and landed with a splat.
It was one of the most bizarre things I have ever seen. There was a flock on the building across the street that had just taken flight and all I can think is that it ran into something and was suddenly stopped. The guy on his bike behind me thought maybe it was a heart attack, but it really seemed to have fallen straight down.
I certainly don't believe in omen, but this would be a great one. It's definitely a reminder that death is all around us, and how precious it is to be alive.
Last night a friend was telling me about how about a year ago, she had a fixation on death and all the things that she wanted to do before she died. I wonder what would be on my own list? Maybe something worth thinking about....
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